We officially have our own apartment. I’m so happy I’m crying. I’ve been so worried that I wouldn’t find a decent place I could afford. Worried that because we’ve been staying in temporary places for the last nine months, no one would rent to me.
Thank God. Now I can really look for a different job. I’m one step closer to getting further away from him.
I’ve been crying from happiness sporadically since I got the good news. Walking around like a crazy person, not knowing what to do with myself. This is such a good thing. To finally have our own place again.
It’s some what scary too. I’ve felt relatively safer living with other people. I’m a little nervous about being there just us.
I recently decided to go for my concealed carry permit. I don’t have a firearm yet, but I plan on getting one. It’s one of the many steps I’m taking to protect myself. This decision was not made lightly, or rashly. Because I have children there’s a whole other level of responsibility with this decision. The only person who can protect me is me.